Plastic

Chapter 00: A Sort of Prologue

Hermione Granger never liked plastic.

And by plastic, of course, she meant the way society has pressured all to become something they are most definitely not. Fake, robotic, incapable of being one's self only because it is better to please others. People cannot even dress themselves without making sure they read it was okay to do so in the first place. This was something the young witch had not been shy to announce. (She even wrote a paper on it in her free time, stating her disgust and lack of faith in humanity because of it.)

That was also why she just could not help herself adoring Ronald Bilius Weasley.

Her muggle mother used to enjoy spending time in front of the TV watching celebrity news, or diving deep into numerous gossip magazines with pure delight. Hermione would find herself glancing over her shoulder, scrunching her nose at the chiselled abs and airbrushed features that were entertainment's famous models and actors.

Where were the bumps, the curves, the flaws?

She found scruffy hair and freckles attractive. She found some fat and wrinkles were normal for a body. She loved real, and Ron was very wonderful example of it.

However, Hermione also believed that everyone was entitled to their own opinions, and all share very different tastes especially when it came to physical attractions and the like. That is why she did not let herself feel utterly hurt and shattered when her adoration was not returned.

But to go for someone who was more plastic than any witch or wizard she has ever laid eyes upon?

Did no one appreciate real anymore?

The girl would be ashamed to admit she had felt more than a couple times the desire to change who she was, to please her red-haired friend. Perhaps her hair could be straighter, her body a bit more curvy, her skin smoother? To change herself meant that even if she did win the love of her life, it wouldn't be her that he loved in return. It was a piece of paper pinned to a teenager's wall, an image flickering on a screen from a movie, a smiling ad beside a bus stop.

And that just wasn't her. That wasn't Hermione Jean Granger.

It was awkward at first, learning of Ron's new girl as they met up at 12 Grimmauld Place for the summer. He spoke fondly of her in his previous letters-although she had chosen to pay little to no attention to such remarks—something about the magic of someone like her, liking someone like him. Typical.

Leona Hurst was but a 6th year Hufflepuff he had met the school year before. She had approached him with a flock of giggling droids following suit, platinum blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail and bright blue eyes conveying influence and supremacy. She asked him in a sultry voice if he was the Ron Weasley (best friend of the infamous Harry Potter), in which the blubbering idiot responded with nothing but drools and stutters.

Since then, he had given her every single thing she needed, every whim had him bowing and crawling on his hands and knees. In reality, she was either extremely dull-headed, or was just using poor Ron to get to Harry. If that were the case, Hermione had plenty of hexes that she would just love a test subject for.

But she was too good for that.

A/N: Welcome all to my new obsession. That is right, Hermione Granger and Sirius Black (Unless you have accidently stumbled upon this. If so, please tread carefully.) How I adore playing with forbidden and completely unrealistic pairings! Well, I shall try my best to make this as believable as possible... as hard as it will be... And NO. ABSOLUTELY NO T-I-M-E-T-R-A-V-E-L-I-N-G. I hate how all the fanfics are here are just flooded by the same "Hermione goes back in time and falls in love with younger Sirius". Come off it! (Although this is not at all a stab at those who have put their heart into their works, and I will admit I have read most of them out there even if I do complain constantly about it.) -takes a deep breath-

Now, this story takes place around the very beginning of Order of the Phoenix, in a small little place hidden amongst 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place. It will be the collection of days before (and perhaps after) Harry makes his appearance, mostly concerning 'mione's and Siri's tender moments and silly escapades which will result in the building of their heartbreaking relationship. As I usually stray towards the humour side of things, be ready for some very outrageous scenes, but do not fret! As drama will find itself whenever possible.

Also, I do prefer to write in smaller chapters. It's easier for me to write, as well as easier for you to read. So I shall stick to that formatting. (Compare it to that of the Sort of Prologue you just read.)

Thank you for reading, and please review or I shall never update this ever again. No really.